My comment was more of a joke at how coincidental that both of you have mana based kill conditions. If it's what you need to go for it's what you need to go for.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
You gently lay a wyvern egg within an incubation stall of the Stables of the Wyrden Thorn.
Yaaaaay!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
The implication was there! My point being, I enjoy clever banter over banal attempts to get me to come and 1v2 you :P
I can confirm this is true.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Actually feel like raving. Raves for all these people who make it fun to meet their characters. Am always continue to be amazed. Whether it's a former enemy who provided the backstory for my mount over a game of fate ( I hope the log will be on soon ), just random chitchat in the forests of the Seren, newbs who actually try and fill their characters with life or all the ancient players who breath so much lore. I could name so many and it's fun to play with you IC friends and enemies alike :-)
Raves, raves, raves.. SO many raves for pretty much all of Celest. For proving me wrong when I thought it was the last city I would want to be! For @Eldanien@Bleuu@Romaan@Taevyn@Laxinova@Mjoll@Havastus and omg so many other people!
Raves, raves, raves.. SO many raves for pretty much all of Celest. For proving me wrong when I thought it was the last city I would want to be! For @Eldanien@Bleuu@Romaan@Taevyn@Laxinova@Mjoll@Havastus and omg so many other people!
Coming to Lusternia as a retiree from another game I wasn't sure what to expect, but Glomdoring is great.
I would legitimately list you all, because you have been welcoming, engaging and awesome....its been great to jump right into the mix.
Also @Yarith and @Gwenelle - Thanks for answering my noob questions in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping.
Convince some Harbingers to log in, the noobsquad is going to take over the guild if you dont start showing up
-shakes fist-
We're happy to have you in Glomdoring!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Coming to Lusternia as a retiree from another game I wasn't sure what to expect, but Glomdoring is great.
I would legitimately list you all, because you have been welcoming, engaging and awesome....its been great to jump right into the mix.
Also @Yarith and @Gwenelle - Thanks for answering my noob questions in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping.
Convince some Harbingers to log in, the noobsquad is going to take over the guild if you dont start showing up
-shakes fist-
I'm slowly being convinced to join the Harbingers!
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Coming to Lusternia as a retiree from another game I wasn't sure what to expect, but Glomdoring is great.
I would legitimately list you all, because you have been welcoming, engaging and awesome....its been great to jump right into the mix.
Also @Yarith and @Gwenelle - Thanks for answering my noob questions in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping.
Convince some Harbingers to log in, the noobsquad is going to take over the guild if you dont start showing up
-shakes fist-
I'm slowly being convinced to join the Harbingers!
Loose thy crimson-tresses beneath Night's sky
Root thy seeds anew, in blood-fed loam shade-sown
Let kith and kin to Murder cleave
Molt scales; splint horns; slough the rot
Whet talons and prune black plumage now
Reborn, let thy Dark Heart thrum.
Unyielding, the Idols wait
In the Wyrden Wood where the Shadows lie.
One Wyrd to rule thy own, One Wyrd to claim thee,
One Wyrd awaits thy unswerving vow
Where the amaranth withers, black roses thrive
In the Wyrden Wood where the Shadows lie.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Also a rave for everyone in Glomdoring. Especially those who have helped turn me into an amateur killing machine (looking mostly at you, TW). You all have been incredibly helpful and I don't think I've been this happy in Glom for a long, long time, albeit for a different reason these days.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops And endless starless night Singing how the wind was lost Before an earthly flight
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
As it is finished, I want to say thank you to whoever ran the event in Faethorn. It was adorable, hilarious and wonderful. You are amazing, and thank you for your help and your time.
The quest line is the following: She did bathe the fae until they were squeaky clean.
I'm still giggling.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
As it is finished, I want to say thank you to whoever ran the event in Faethorn. It was adorable, hilarious and wonderful. You are amazing, and thank you for your help and your time.
As it is finished, I want to say thank you to whoever ran the event in Faethorn. It was adorable, hilarious and wonderful. You are amazing, and thank you for your help and your time.
The quest line is the following: She did bathe the fae until they were squeaky clean.
I'm still giggling.
Log? Or partial log?!
I'm sorry, I was so tired after I closed Mudlet without copying the log or logging it while the event went on. I did quote a couple things on Quotes though!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
As an FYI, Eliron's computer is dead. He is working on that!
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Loose thy crimson-tresses beneath Night's sky
Root thy seeds anew, in blood-fed loam shade-sown
Let kith and kin to Murder cleave
Molt scales; splint horns; slough the rot
Whet talons and prune black plumage now
Reborn, let thy Dark Heart thrum.
Unyielding, the Idols wait
In the Wyrden Wood where the Shadows lie.
One Wyrd to rule thy own, One Wyrd to claim thee,
One Wyrd awaits thy unswerving vow
Where the amaranth withers, black roses thrive
In the Wyrden Wood where the Shadows lie.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Anyway, my original rave was that Shevat is now <100000 honour away from the Windwhisper!